London“Love makes me weak—it’s true—but it’s in that fragility where I will find my true strength.”
—London Wright
“How do I look?” I ask Paige.
“You’re a hot babe, as always,” she responds.
“I don’t need you to blow smoke up my a*s, Paige. I need the truth,” I say, irritated.
“Rawr,” Paige growls like an angry cat. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
“You rarely cook.” I roll my eyes. “Sorry. I know my earlier comment was a tad bitchy, but I need honesty.”
Paige lets out an exhausted sigh. “I was being honest.”
I exhale loudly, pouting out my lips. “Okay. Just checking.”
“You’re so annoying sometimes.”
“Thanks,” I say as I spray myself with more body spray. “I’m sorry. This is serious. I need to be hotter than everyone else today.”
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